#Idk what he's wearing.. It was a long robe but then I wanted to actually show the legs so it would be visually clearer that he has

[reineydraws]

i have wanted to read a grimmichi fic about grimmjow reluctantly babysitting (and eventually bonding with) kazui for so long, i drew about it 🥲💕 posting to celebrate the nanosecond of grimmjow crumbs we got last week 🙏

they really immediately recognized each others' voices in the background of a cross-dimensional zoom call huh. right away they were like "that voice!" like yes we get it u hear that voice in ur dreams lol cant wait for more grimmjow crumbs!!! (img insp)

[moonstruckme]

poly!marauders meets apocalypse? maybe some kind of trope where they got separated from the reader at the beginning of it all and while they knew all the spots they were likely to meet up at they just kept missing each other, times being off and such! + like after some time them finally find their way back together

Thanks for requesting my love! Idk how the first war went (fake fan!) but I imagine this “apocalypse” as during that time, something like the wizarding world in the Deathly Hallows after the death eaters take the ministry? I hope this is alright <3

apocalypse poly!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 1.5k words

It’s getting dark, and you know that you can’t sleep here but you probably will anyway. 

The cave isn’t a very comfortable place to spend the night, nor does it allow much room for hiding. If some troop of death eaters manages to track you here, you’ll be cornered, but you’ve long since gotten over the fear of being found. That panic lives in your bones now. It’s like your heartbeat, so inseparable from you that you don’t even notice it most the time. 

And honestly, if they want to find you here, let them. You’ve got nowhere else to go. 

This is the last place you could think of that the boys might come looking for you, the last place that hasn’t been found and desecrated and reduced to searing rubble. James told you once that they used to slip away during trips to Hogsmeade and explore these caves when they were younger. There are dozens of them, but he talked about one, the biggest, at the top of the hill, that they’d made their favorite hideout. You hope he remembers telling you as clearly as you remember hearing it. If they don’t find you here, you’ll have to face the question of whether you know your boyfriends as well as you think you do. Or whether you still have boyfriends to know. 

The view from their cave would normally be spectacular, Hogsmeade all lit up and surrounded by woodlands, but knowing that only makes what you’re actually looking down at seem worse. The usually quaint and lively town is abandoned. You can’t detect any movements in the streets and not a single lamppost is lit. What had been such a beacon of joy and fun during your time at Hogwarts, a place tied to some of your best memories—saving money when you were little for sweets at Honeydukes, getting butterbeer with your friends at the Three Broomsticks, watching performers in the square—has been reduced to this ghost town, dark and lonely and vacant but for the poor souls too frightened to leave their homes. 

Even as bleak as the town appears, your stomach grumbles looking down at it. Luckily, you’ve been able to utilize your skill with the obliviate charm to steal from muggle corner stores without anyone noticing, but though you leave the memories of the clerks largely intact, you still feel awful about it. No matter what food you smuggle away, guilt turns it bland and unappetizing in your mouth, and you haven’t tried to find a meal in a couple of days. Remus is good with illusions, if he were with you he could make money out of leaves and walk out of restaurants without having to tamper with the muggles themselves. Or if James still has the invisibility cloak, you could be using it to get all kinds of things without raising any suspicion. 

An owl hoots in the trees below you, and your head snaps up out of some hopeful instinct. But no, no one is sending you letters here. You’re not even sure if owls are allowed anymore, or if there’s anyone left who would write to you. You wish desperately that Remus was here to tell you you’re being silly, that Voldemort’s followers couldn’t possibly have squashed every ounce of rebellion in just a couple weeks, or Sirius to make fun of the robes the death eaters wear like third years in their rebellious goth phase, or James to hug you and promise, however emptily, that it’ll all be alright in the end. 

But as much as you miss the boys, you’re glad they have each other. At least, last you saw them they did. 

There’s a shuffling of rocks outside, and you flinch away from the mouth of the cave. It could be an animal, or the wind, but you can’t chance it. You move as quietly as you can to the darkness in the back, pressing yourself against a wall and doing your best to sink into the shadows as you slip your wand free of your shirtsleeve. You’ve got an expelliarmus on your tongue, hoping desperately that will be enough and too cautious to hope for anything more, when the first dark figure climbs into the entrance of the cave. 

“Merlin,” a male voice says, shrugging a pack off onto the floor, “it used to feel a bit bigger, don’t you think?”

A choked sob gives away your location, but it hardly matters, because in the next instant you’re racing towards the figure, shoes slipping clumsily on the damp ground. He curses, scrambling for his wand, but then you’re on him, and it’s all he can do to stay upright as your arms go around his neck. 

He recognizes you then, gasping your name just as the other two boys make their way up to the landing. They’re mere silhouettes against the twilight outside, but even through your tear-blurred vision you’d know them anywhere. You make a high-pitched keening sound, and Sirius and Remus both rush to you, smushing you and James between them. 

You can’t stop crying, splintered, gasping sobs like a child that doesn’t know how to live in the world on its own. You know James is weeping too from the wetness seeping into the collar of your shirt, and you think it’s Sirius’ hand that’s fisted in the back of your coat, but it really doesn’t matter. They’re here. They’re all here. 

“I didn’t think you’d come here,” Remus says, voice ragged. 

You laugh, and it’s a rough, awful sound, rusty from weeks of disuse. “I wasn’t sure you would either.” 

“Fuck, baby.” Sirius adjusts his grip on you, trying to pull you closer though you’re already pressed against him. “Where have you been? We’ve been looking everywhere for you.”

You take a breath, steadying yourself as you step back where you can see them. They all look a little worse for wear, but that’s expected. James is rubbing underneath his glasses, teartracks cutting through what looks like soot on his face. Sirius too is dirtier than he ever would’ve allowed just a couple weeks ago, but he doesn’t seem like he’s lost any weight. And the scars you can see Remus, you conclude after some inspection, are the same ones you’ve been getting to know for years. They all seem okay. However they did it, they’ve managed to stay safe. 

“I’ve been everywhere,” you say finally. “I went to the shack first, but there were death eaters there.” 

James brow furrows, and he sniffles. “There weren’t any around when we went. When did you check there?”

“The day after it happened.” 

“We were there just that morning.” 

You sit down on the cold earth, careless of the dampness seeping into your pants. “I wanted to go sooner, but I couldn’t get away from my neighborhood. They were everywhere.” 

Sirius takes a blanket out of the pack James had discarded, laying it out on the floor of the cave and motioning for you to come sit beside him on it. 

“Did you try Godric’s Hallow?” Remus asks, spreading another blanket for himself and James across from you. “We hung around there for days.”

“Yeah,” you say. Remus sets a hand on your knee as he sits in front of you, James seating himself across from Sirius. “I went there straight after the shack, didn’t leave until the next night.” 

“You’re joking.” Sirius looks at you, devastation written across his features. “We got there three days after we got separated from you. We had to have been there at the same time.” 

You let out a short, stilted laugh, laying your head on Sirius’ shoulder as a fresh wave of tears obscures your vision. “We must’ve just missed each other.” Sirius wraps an arm around your shoulder, resting his head atop yours. “Wonder how many times that happened,” you say bitterly. 

“It doesn’t matter now.” Remus' tone is firm, but his knee bumps into yours consolingly. “We’re together, and…and we’re not going to get separated again. I won’t let it happen.” 

“But I think we should pick a more definitive meeting spot,” Sirius says with forced lightness. “Just to be sure, you know?”

James actually laughs, and the familiar sound lifts the mood in the cave slightly. 

“Probably,” you agree. “Hey, you guys don't have any food on hand, do you?”

“Merlin, is that rumbling your stomach?” Sirius asks. “I was thinking the roof of this place was about to come down.” He nudges you playfully, and you lean more of your weight onto him in response. He’s laying it on a bit thick in an attempt to try and brighten the atmosphere in your little cave, but you love him for it. 

“We’ve got food,” James says, already digging through the pack. “Sandwich okay?”

As ridiculous as it would’ve sounded to you a month ago, the idea of a full sandwich, with bread and everything, makes your mouth water. “More than okay.” You take it from him, all but moaning as you chew your first bite. “Fuck, this is so luxurious.” 

“If you think that’s luxurious,” James says enticingly, “wait until you see the grade-a sleeping pads we picked up. It’s a good thing we found you before you had to sleep in here, angel, because this is about to be a major improvement.” 

You roll your eyes, but you can’t help the smile that spreads across your face. This is already a major improvement.

[azulsluver]

I just want to ramble a little bit but- My personal scenario/headcanon for Bully au (which by the way, I love your writing) is that maybe one day reader decides to disappear, even if for a little while, maybe they just hide in some place for a long period of time (or hilariously and sneakily find a way to avoid their bullies throughout an entire day, or even crazier a whole week!!). They're so emotionally destroyed that they start to actually believe their insults and awful treatment they endured, and so they decide to just isolate themselves further somewhere no one can "be burdened by me"- Which in turn causes everyone else to at first get pissed off and then more and more (slightly, very slightly) worried that their punching bag is missing.... Perhaps, even have escaped them? 👀 I would love to see who loses their composure first, even if they don't admit their obsession at all lmao

Anon you don’t know what you’re doing to me //0//

tw. Bully!characters, no one takes you seriously kinda, yandere, stalking, baby tantrums.

This was more crack than anything serious…idk what happened but rants bellow!

They genuinely start tweakin:

Riddle, Deuce, Kalim, Malleus, Jack, Silver, Ruggie, Idia, Vil

They’re the ones that usually have their eyes on you, to find out that you’re missing and not at a place they SPECIFICALLY told you to be/stay flares their attention. Sure they can last a couple of days without you but a week? Nuh uh, they think they’re responsible for whatever you do, once they find you you’re getting a whole lecture. Telling you they’d get in trouble if they hadn’t found you sooner but let’s be real here.

But if you hid in a place far far away from them (which is impressive and impossible tbh) they’re already having a meltdown. Biting fingernails, aggressively running their fingers through their hair. All of that, and the ones who usually stay composed in situations like these (Ruggie/Riddle/Malleus) start to overthink so bad that they look beyond stress. It’s the thought that maybe you ran away from them or worse got kidnapped or lost. Which makes them have more of a reason to keep a tighter leash on you.

Ok but Kalim, Idia and Deuce cry like babies and throw tantrums.

Let the imagination work so think of Vil sitting on the kitchen table with his hair tied up and a face mask on while wearing a robe, a cup of coffee in his hands as he stares off into the distance that looks like he’s about to stab someone. He deadass thinks he’s growing grey hairs and has eyebags because his favorite punching bag is missing after two weeks. Who is he gonna step on now..

Gets pissed off:

Leona, Ace, Azul, Sebek, Epel, Jamil

“But why?” Is what they said when they perfectly understand the problem. Do they feel bad? No. In fact people like Leona and Azul can go through days without you because they’re always busy with something rather than terrorizing you. BUT you have to understand that as much as they pretend to not care they aren’t willing to clean up the mess after your pity party.

Jamil and Sebek are only mad about you disappearing is because of Malleus and Kalim’s whining. Please save them.

Ace and Epel are the ones who are mega mad as in a corny way. “How dare my punching bag run away from me and disappear for days!!” Typa stuff. Unbeknownst to them they double the insults and it makes you even more depressed lmaoo.

Ehhh Jamil may actually panic as well, because when Kalim isn’t happy no one is. And he does misses you personally, worries when he finds you (which is really scary to [Name’s] pov bc why is he so caring??) he’s all over you to make sure you aren’t injured or anything. Still pissed so he might slap the back of your head a couple of times and lecture you + same thing goes when Sebek finds you except he doesn’t comfort you.

Thinks it’s amusing:

Rook, Jade, Floyd, Trey, Cater, Lilia,

“Ohoho did I go overboard?” Yea you did. Anyways little shits don’t feel bad in fact they think it’s funny and cute that you disappeared because you couldn’t handle the insults and took it for granted. Lilia and Jade giving you false comfort just to do it all over again when you make a mistake. They probably already know your hiding spots and camp there to experiment how long it’ll take for you to come crawling back.

Maybe, just a little bit that Trey feels bad. He coddles you for a while then goes right back to gaslighting because he’s always right and when he says these things to you it’s because you’re wrong!! The type to restrict his affections if you decide to go into another episode of running away and crying. Cater knows where ya at bc you have location on.

At first Floyd was pissed because his resting place is missing, like bae where you go? But eventually he understands where you went because for some reason he’s bullying everyone around him and stalking your location to see where ya at. Mocks you once he finds you, really mean but it wasn’t “entirely” intentional. Like he knows he’s at fault and is trying to cheer you up by mocking your “problems”. Ok but don’t do that again or he’s going on the genuinely tweakin box.

We all saw Rook being in this section no surprise. Knows every little place you could be right now, has his eyes on you 24/7. “My love I didn’t mean to say your lips are chapped and you can use some Vaseline but the whole thing would be gone isa joke :(“ it’s not. Purposely picks out your insecurities so you can do another runaway.

[determinedowl23]

My own Voices designs!! I wanted each of them to have their own distinct color and article of clothing, which was inspired by @bubblybloob’s designs for them. Individual notes below the cut:

Broken: I wanted his outfit to look haggered and worn. At first I was thinking to have his outfit be like a medieval prisoner’s, but I also added elements of friar robes to go along with Tower’s offer of making us a priest for her. I also made his beak chipped and made it that he doesn’t have the lower set of feathers on his wings (Idk what they’re called- primaries and secondaries I think?)

Cheated: I was stuck on Cheated for so long lol I had no idea what I wanted to do for him. I asked a friend for some medieval outfit ideas and eventually he came up with an executioner and I loved it. He is bitter about his death to Razor. He wants to find a way to kill her himself and will do anything to make sure, even consistently sacrificing LQ in order to get more Voices and become more powerful. And there’s the obvious blade theme going on. I’m pretty sure I had a third reason for it that I forgot too 💀 Now that I’m thinking about it, the Razor route actually kinda mirrors the Witch route, but the roles are swapped…

Cold: I wanted him to wear something an assassin would wear, so I just gave him a cloak lol. I thought that would be a little boring, so I made the front of it look like a scarf. Because…….. he’s Cold.

Contrarian: The obvious thing to do was make him a jester, so I did. The top half of his collar and the color are inspired by Sophist because the Party Crashers brainrot never leaves (I’m watching the Vernias Subathon as I’m writing this post) and if you’ve seen even one of his videos- especially a Mario Party one, you’ll know that he and Contrarian have basically the same personality.

Hero: He’s the main guy, and obviously a hero, so I gave him a knight helmet and cape. The color of the helmet feather changes based on what your Chapter II is (ex. his feather will be magenta during Damsel to match Smitten, and it will stay magenta during Burned Grey. Honestly I may change this lmao) and it’s black in the endgame sequence. He also shifts his cape so that the clasp is in the center during the endgame.

Hunted: Hunted has a torn and tattered vest that’s green to help with camouflage. He and Paranoid have the largest eyes, both because they are always on the lookout for a threat, but it’s more obvious for him and his prey nature. He’s the best flier of all the voices- in fact, he honestly might be the only one who can fly.

Opportunist: Sleazy loser car salesman. He’s the most put together (physically) of them all, and uses this clean look to make himself look “professional” so he can weasel his way out of a sticky situation. I might change his yellow to something less bright, I’m not sure if I like it. I just wanted to make sure his color was distinct enough from Hero’s and Skeptic’s.

Paranoid: His hat and shoulder cape are that of a plague doctor’s, since he single-handedly keeps you alive during Nightmare, and even when Hero takes over the Heart Lungs Liver Nerves™ it’s still Paranoid who’s calling the shots that he thinks are the best. He and Hunted have the best self-preservation skills and best survival instincts.

Skeptic: Honestly Skeptic’s personality was hard for me to identify when I first met him, but I view him as someone who’s skepticism comes from a place of curiosity and an itch to learn as much as he can before coming to a definite conclusion. So I gave him a stereotypical detective cape

Smitten: He’s a bard serenading his beloved Princess! His vibrant magenta outfit represents his love for the darling Damsel <3 His outfit was pretty straightforward lmao. Also, his and Opportunist’s chest feathers are meant to resemble an ascot.

Stubborn: Originally I wanted to make him look like a gladiator, but I didn’t want to give him armor so that Hero would feel more distinct from the others. Plus, he just wants an all out brawl where you and your opponent are even, and if he doesn’t believe in traps, I don’t think he’d believe in armor. Because of that, he doesn’t care too much about clothing. A simple sash will do- a red one so that the bloodstains will blend in. He has a scar over his chest and his eye he gained from the fight with the Princess in Chapter I.

[honestlywtfisgoingon]

Politics and Pleasure 2 —Obi-Wan Kenobi

PART 1

obi-wan x padawan!reader (is this a two-shot??)

description: you and obi finally make it back to your shared room

warnings: language, fluff, smut, a run in w ewan’s huge dick

a/n: wow i intended this to be a one-shot but i didn’t expect that many ppl (particularly @cassrage and @ktrivia) to want a part 2, esp bc i haven’t actually written a lot. it’s actually so sweet to hear feedback so pls comment and reblog <3 also this went on a different direction than i meant it to so maybe be prepared for that? idk.

words: 2,639

You didn’t even make it inside the room before Obi was on you, his big plans in mind. Both of his hands held your face to pull you in for a passionate kiss with your back against the ornate door. The luxurious surroundings gave this moment a romance that you usually didn’t get to enjoy.

“What if someone sees?” you laughed, barely managing to get the words out with Obi not wanting your lips to part no matter the reason.

“You have a fair point, my padawan.” he breathed out heavily with his forehead pressed against yours. “It pains me though, to hide. I want nothing more than for everyone to see how much I love you.” he looked down until you lifted your head to make eye contact, brushing your nose against his chin in the process which gained attention. It wasn’t really on purpose, you were just naturally eye level with the edge of his beard and it happened every time you looked up at him.

“I know Obi,” you lamented with him, “but as long as we know we love each other, that’s enough.”

“Maker, you’re incredible,” he whispered before catching your lips once more. He reached behind you, which you assumed was just to hold you until you were tumbling into the room due to his turning the door handle without warning. He was prepared to catch you, of course. He would sooner be ran over by a bantha than let a single hair on your head be harmed, but that didn’t mean he was beyond messing with you. You let out a squeal of surprise at the same time he kicked the door closed behind him. He could no longer hide the neediness he felt back in the conference room.

With one arm already around you, he bent down to hook his other arm under your knees, carrying you over to the bed bridal style. He was beaming down at you all the way there, so completely focused on nothing else that he almost tripped on a pillow that was left lying on the floor. Thoughts of you distracted even his jedi senses which should have warned him of such a minor obstacle. Even then, Obi-Wan wouldn't be the victim of a plushy little pillow, he would be a victim of his love for you.

He laid you gently on the bed and you bit your lip watching him shed his robes at the foot of the bed before crawling on top of you. You instinctively wrapped your legs around him as he ground against you. The friction he was creating caused him to shudder as he dragged his lips down your neck. You wrapped your legs around him tighter, trying to lift yourself so you could press against him further. Large hands stopped you by holding your hips down, preventing you from getting any more stimulation than what he was already giving you. A moment later, one of them slid past your hips to hold your ass. You arched into him, and once again he didn’t let you. He was obviously getting the message, but he was choosing to ignore it to drag out your want, but you had waited far too long for this surrounded by all those dreary politicians.

Obi-Wan had to pull back to understand what you were saying as all your words were muffled by his kisses.

“Yes, my love?” he said in a voice that would’ve been sexier if he wasn’t wearing puppy eyes and pink cheeks at the same time.

“I don’t want to wait anymore.” you pouted.

“Well maybe—“

“No. I’ve decided I'm not going to,” he looked at you confused but intrigued, “It’s my turn to be master,”

“Oh?” he raised his brows. He was uncomfortable giving up control, but he could never deny you. “Are you sure? This will make you happy?” you nodded. He hesitated, taking a large gulp before lifting the hands that held you underneath him. The great Master Kenobi relinquished power to you with just a few words and a bat of your lashes. Knowing he wouldn’t do that for anyone else filled you with a sense of pride. What was a big deal to you was to him, only a glimpse of his love; the beginning of an infinite list of things he would happily give up for you.

When you felt the pressure of his body on top of you leave, you grabbed onto his shoulders and rolled both of you over so that you could straddle him. You were slightly nervous, and the one person you couldn’t hide that from was now underneath you. You giggled a little as his eyes widened. Suddenly, you became hyper-aware of what you were doing.

This physical position wasn’t new to you, but the mental position of the dominant one with Obi-Wan was foreign. He felt the uneasiness in your signature and not only comforted you by placing a hand on yours, but by radiating encouragement from his lam force. It was something he did often during training, and it reminded you that your safe place was wherever he was.

You put on a more confident face and Obi-Wan wanted to smile at how adorable you were but he knew you didn’t feel like being his “dear little one” right now. In a moment he didn’t even have to pretend as one roll of your hips made him gasp. With each movement, you gained more confidence and you felt him grow underneath too, which you didn’t even think was possible at this point. The harder he became the more pressure you felt on your clit. At a certain point, you weren’t concerned with being in control, you were distracted by the fluttering feeling you got from the friction. Your hands fell on his chest, running through the auburn hair there until you gripped his shoulders. With a groan, his hands snapped up to hold your thighs and his thumbs rubbed back and forth, the calluses leaving a bit of red every time they crossed your skin.

It was sweet to you how hands that were so rough tried to handle you so gently, far from the way he gripped a lightsaber in combat. Others saw an intimidating warrior, and you just saw Obi; a man who got excited over tea flavors and just so happened to be carrying a sword.

The calluses continued to graze your thighs as he worked his way up to hold your waist under your tunic. After holding them there to guide you as you continued to grind on top of him, he moved his hands up to cup your breasts, giving them a soft squeeze before pulling the edge of your tunic up until he couldn’t go any higher and you had to pull the piece of clothing off yourself. You leaned down to graze your teeth against the shell of his ear, leaving a gap between you that allowed him to unbutton his pants. He wriggled underneath you, trying to finish getting undressed without you having to get up. You took the opportunity to slide your hand beneath his boxers which got in his way but made him moan just like you wanted.

“You’re so always so impatient for me and yet you’re the only thing stopping me from being inside of you right now,”

You frowned, just beginning to tease, but reminding you that you could already be halfway to your high made you remove your hand and sit back on your heels. He just smiled and gave you a peck on your lips before removing and throwing his pants across the room, which took about half a second now that he was unhindered.

Apparently, he was under the impression that he was going to be on top again but you corrected him quickly by pushing his shoulders back and giving him passionate kisses up his chest until you reached his lips, enjoying the sensation of his beard.

Just like how he gave you no warning before plunging his fingers into you earlier, you wasted no time in slamming yourself down on his cock, causing him to throw his head back with a strangled moan that had him clapping his hand over his mouth to stifle it.

It was hot, sure, but it hurt a lot more. Past experiences should have taught you that you couldn’t take him without letting him take the time to adjust you first. Honestly, it was a little ridiculous to you, the fact that he was just so…big. When he saw you wince and cry out softly, he immediately sat up with concern.

“y/n,” He removed you from him gently and held your face, hugging you when he saw that your eyes were watering. You recovered quickly and began to giggle and he pulled back in confusion.

“I’m ok Obi, I just didn’t think that through as much as I should’ve. I wasn’t…ready for you,” you tried to put him at ease.

You knew he was processing your words until he raised his eyebrows in surprise with a small “Oh,” he chuckled a little after a moment, looking down and blushing slightly in embarrassment. “Do you want to stop?” he would stop immediately if you said yes, but you could tell that he was secretly hoping for a different response.

Not for the world.

He heard you in his head and his smirk said that he liked your answer very much.

Do you want me to help?

Saying yes would be to accept defeat and surrender your pretend title of master, but going back to being his “dear little one” didn’t sound so bad. Trying things was fun, but you preferred your dynamic.

Please?

Of course. Wouldn’t want to have to call a medic would we now?

I swear, your sass—

Did I say anything? I didn’t say anything!

You thought it and—

He cut off your playful little argument with a kiss and rolled you ever so carefully on your back, his hand cradling the back of your head. you stretched out your arms above you, trying to relax your body. He glided his hand along the smooth length of your arms, until he met your wrists, taking both of them in one hand. He lifted a leg over his hip and he pressed barely any of him inside you. He looked at you with concern until you let out a happy sigh, allowing him to let out the breath he was holding. You recognized the familiar pattern of him pushing in and pulling out, going deeper each time. It helped that you were absolutely soaked for him, to the point where each time he gave you more, it made you gush, coating the sheets. Inch by inch he stretched you out, using the force to communicate with you the whole time.

When he bottomed out and you felt him fill you all the way up in your stomach, he paused so both of you could relish the feeling. Afterward, you nodded at him to continue. He picked up his pace and you started to throb around him. You began to make what he would describe as “the prettiest noises he’d ever heard”, but it was only when you arched your back into him completely that assured him he didn't need to watch himself in case you got hurt. This confirmation led him to roll his hips in a certain way while he was still inside you, every ridge of his dick imprinting your walls. The hand not holding up your wrists pulled your knee over his shoulder, your leg going up in the air and toes curling as he continued.

You could tell he was trying to keep his moans quiet but it was getting hard so you kissed him as deep as you could so that he could release them fully, muffled against your lips. When they parted, he excitedly slipped his tongue in between them. The taste that came from your tongues twirling around each other was, to you, the sweetest in the world. Only when there was a need for air did you separate. A whine tried to escape you but it was successfully caught when you bit your lip.

“Darling, I want to look at you. My good girl just looks so pretty when she cums,” he told you when your eyes fluttered shut. Those words made you melt. It wasn’t without effort that you obeyed him, but it was worth it to see the blue in his eyes disappear behind his pupils. A few strands fell in front of them and you blew it out of his face seeing as how your hands were detained.

I love you.

I love you too.

He looked down at you in such a way that there was no doubt that he was all yours, and you hoped he noticed you looking at him the same.

He did, and it filled him with a joy that he had never felt possible until he fell in love with you.

“Master please!” you cried. If he wasn’t holding you down you would be thrashing, your body losing control of itself with each delicious thrust. Sparks crept up between your legs and you felt the shadow of an orgasm. When his teeth suddenly bumped against yours and each drag in and out of your cunt began to lose its rhythm, you knew he was close too.

Your lips smashed together and your forces wrapped around each other just before both of you peaked. The tips of your fingers and toes went numb, all blood rushing to your pussy. Both your brain and your pussy were flooded, the former with ecstasy and the latter with evidence of his. Your shared orgasm was so strong that your ears had a slight ring when you began to regain your senses. Both your muscles and your breathing grew heavy. You pushed his sweaty hair back before bringing your hand down to caress his cheeks, feeling more of his slight sweat on the edge of his beard. He leaned into your touch, pressing a kiss to your palm before rolling off of you.

Taking advantage of the now vacant space, you sprawled over the bed. The sound of liquid pouring and the padding of feet could be heard in the background.

“Up,” Obi-Wan said softly, a glass of water in his hand. Once you sat up, he lifted your chin with a knuckle and held it to your lips to drink. When you took it from him he parted your knees to have access between your legs for what was the third time today and probably not the last. Carefully pressing a damp cloth against your entrance, he cleaned up the mess he had made. He had filled you up to where it left excess of him to continue to leak out.

For you, aftercare was dedicated to admiring him and extending your feelings of gratitude through the force. He smiled softly at your messages while continuing. When he finished and disregarded the towel and set your cup down somewhere, he laid next to you, pulling the sheets up and over you.

With his remaining energy, he peppered your face with kisses until you hid your face in his chest. It was too early to go to sleep, so you just laid there in comfortable silence. You loved the feeling of his breath fanning against your forehead. He was actually trying to memorize your scent, wanting to remember what it was like to be close to you during his long missions away.

Right now though, he wasn’t on a mission. You were right here in the same bed as him, and he as going to hold on to this moment as long as he could.

[stealingyourbones]

Oh were doing cool bones gifting are we? Do teeth count as bones. I kept my wisdom teeth when i got them out you can have one if you want :]

Also, i havent seen many (if any) co-ruling danny and dani!

I think itd be cool if like. Danny didnt want to risk becoming corrupt so he and dani share the responsibility. He doesnt really want to be "king" of the ghosts/percieved that way so he takes the ring (subtle, helpful when dealing with Unruly Visitors to the Human Realm) and dani takes the crown (with her whole traveling gig having to like. Travel the realms for diplomacy and such fits her i think!)

Admittedly. Most of my idea isnt rlly dp x dc so! Expansion.

Phantom works with the league/batman/whatever cool group you wanna put him with sometimes (not consistently. They might have some actual communication if they worked together consistently) and unbeknowst to him the league/whoever hears that the leadership of the zone had changed and decides to reach out and try to get like. Idk a treaty/confirming they arent pure evil/analyzing them somehow.

They are not expecting the ghost queen to be so small. Or feral. I bet shed ask for autographs just to see if what they do.

(Or not, depending on how eldrich she is. I like to think she gets a cool queenly outfit change thats like. Rlly long flowy robes fit for royalty <3)

Honestly i think this could work w/ them not knowing danny too i just think there isnt enough dani specific dp x dc stuff

(Im doing a lot of parenthesis arent i. Anyway also since ur thing is like. A tavern or smthn now right? I imagine rather than tips youd get small bones like teeth, mouse bones, fragments etc)

Little bone fragment tips is just an incredible concept. Oh and fun fact: teeth aren’t actually bones. They ARE part of the skeleton but they aren’t bones. I will accept your offering tho because teeth are very neat :3

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Dani traveling around realms for diplomatic reasons (also bc she wants to explore) is SUCH a good idea. Danny is slightly more of a ghost representative while Dani is more living folk just because of how well traveled and traversed she is.

I greatly think that Dani holds lots of Not A Deer qualities but acts still like an excited kid. Like she sets off every single fight or flight instinct in the League and yet she never actually DOES anything to illicit that response. She just a (somewhat) patient and understandable and extremely knowledgeable leader.

Dani wears long flowing robes that are very reminiscent to a bedsheet ghost but somehow it looks incredibly elegant and awe inspiring. (I also only imagine her in my head as like no higher than 4’5 so ye. She teeny)

[arugulaextract]

Still reading MDZS (I’ve been taking my time) and I have a question that I was wondering if anyone could answer about colors, as someone who wishes to draw fannart. Is the blue often drawn in Lan uniforms book-cannon??? I can find no textual evidence that Lans having any details in their robes that aren’t white, and would like some. Personally, rn I have the inclination to draw the forehead ribbon embroidery in silver/grey. Additionally, I can’t find Wei Wuxian’s outfit description, and definitely can’t find him wearing a red ribbon. WWX definitely wears black as the Yiling Patriarch, and is probably wearing it during present timeline given ch 14 his description of his father and mother and comparing them to him and Lan Wangji (his father wore black and his mother wore white), but I can’t find any explicit mentions of colors for his robes. The red seems to come from chenqing’s tassle. I can’t even find the color of WWX’s sword glare :(

Further color questions/comments below:

Also only note I could find on WWX eye color is that they were originally dark. In Mo Xuanyu his eyes are described as bright but I can’t find any other mentions. Additionally, it’s unclear if they look alike to me; ik WWX described Mo Xuanyu’s face as definitely not the face of the Yiling Patriarch but this seems to be more about the fact that his face has pristine and bright and youthful vibes. Also he’s shorter lol.

Also for the Jin’s robes the only one that specifies a single flower that I can recall was Jin Guangyao’s, and I think Jin Ling was introduced with flowers (plural) on his robe, so I want to know if anyone knows about this discrepancy. This feels like this could be a translation discrepancy though as according to my minute google search Chinese doesn’t have plurals. “The embroidery on his robes was indisputably exquisite, swirling together into extraordinary white peonies.” Is Jin Ling’s robes vs “the full bloom of the Spark Amidst Snow family insignia embroidered on the chest of his round-collar robe, matched with a nine-ringed belt and a pair of tall boots.” For Jin Guangyao.

I also can’t figure out if WWX wears Jiang’s purple robes when he was head disciple.. I can’t even figure out for certain if all Jiang disciples wore purple, as the mentions of it I find are associated with Yu Ziyuan or her kids (Jiang Cheng and Jiang Yanli). Because WWX’s robe gets specified as black post burial mounds but I can’t find it before it I’d assume he wears Jiang colors, if they were Jiang colors. If not, and he wears black otherwise, I think this would be because it’s the color his father wore not because Yu Ziyuan is particularly jealous. Actually, it could just be that bells were what indicated being a sect member instead of clothing color, but idk if not color coding sect members is common??

Also can’t figure out if the studying disciples at The Cloud Recesses wore white. My guess actually leans towards yes as at the archery competition all the disciples had to wear Wen red, so if that’s the standard I’d assume they’d have to wear white in the cloud recesses (though the Wens may have been doing a power play).

Also if anyone has a chapter/page number for a description of Wen robes that would be appreciated. I started this post like 30 minutes ago and spent a long while looking for textual evidence (luckily I’m on kindle so I have a search feature) of each clan’s robes but I’m feeling done. .. same with what the burial mound Wens were wearing bc I always see them in Wen robes which in my mind kinda makes sense but also kinda doesn’t, but I haven’t reread to that point.

If anyone has any clothing information of sects/characters that hasn’t been mentioned from book cannon and wishes to share with me I’d appreciate it so much I’m going insane. Or if you have any particularly good resources on embroidery/robes/swords/instruments/hair/other things that understanding would give better idea on how these babies actually dress. MDZS isn’t trying to exist in a particular time period is it? I’ve seen guestimations on the internet of like 2nd century to 6th century, but my understanding is that it’s kinda like high fantasy novels which just get set in vaguely-Western Europe and unmodern.

[moe-broey]

It is extremely difficult to design modern outfits for Alfonse though idk what it is. Sharena will look good in anything from flannel docs lesbian outfit to cute overalls to something sporty to high femme dresses (tbh I still wanna draw her in one of my fave old dresses ..) but Alfonse. There are def a few routes you can take keeping his character/personality in mind and I think they look good/are super cute and make sense but like... esp for me personally, thinking of the v specific way I draw/stylize him...

AH. MAYBE. MAYBE I FIGURED IT OUT BC I HAVE NO PROBLEM DESIGNING OUTFITS FOR HIM IN FEH CONTEXT...... it's cause that bitch is always wearing tights and long shirts that (esp depending on how you draw it) border on being dress-like to straight up robes/skirt-like garments WHICH makes sense for him in universe bc that's p standard wear for men in Askr, in the Order of Heroes specifically. Like

Seliph's resplendent stands out to me as a huge example of this, and you can kinda see it in Corrin's too! Though I do think resplendents often take a lot from the chara's base outfit (both standard and resplendent Seliph having tunics, both Corrins having leggings ect). But speaking of Corrin, espp the lengthening of that bit of fabric at Corrin's hip, looks a lot like Gustav's garments!

Who may be a better measure for men's dress in Askr (normal attire, for a king anyway, and a cultural festival outfit). But I do also think you can glean some details off of resplendent designs too!

Also actually.

This Day of the Life comic that acknowledged Sharena's absence from the DoD banner (BITE BITE KILL KILL SO MUCH HATRED IN THE WORLD‼️‼️‼️) implies that their outfits may have been identical, just in their respective signature colors (blue and pink). And even looking at Alfonse and Sharena's base art, they have a lot in common!

And looking at Seliph and Corrin again, the puffy sleeves seen on Sharena and Henriette aren't necessarily gendered traits. ACTUALLY.... GUSTAV HAS THEM TOO! Alfonse's outfit is an outlier sleeve design wise!

Which is to say, there aren't actually a lot of strict gender differences in attire here. A lot of the clothing looks/feels androgynous esp when viewed through a modern lense (like I'm sure there's a lot of real-world historical inspo that goes into the designs, I just know fuck all about that LMFAO 😅). And esppp the way I've come to draw Alfonse a lot, I do emphasize what reads as femme -- giving him longer shirts, simplifying the strappy armor on his thighs into. Over the knee socks. Over the leggings/tights. 🫣 And that's not even getting into the knee high boots and heels!!!!

WHICH IS. Actually SO FUCKING DIFFICULT. To translate into modern fashion esp typical standard men's fashion, in a way that still feels true to him as well... bc I do believe in femme/androgynous Alfonse supremacy 😤 But he is ALSO. SO IMPORTANTLY. He is VERY MUCH just some guy who is heavily defined by the role he's been put in. Which is also kind of difficult to sort out, what Would he wear, if the standards were completely different and also if he was choosing for himself?

SINCE. I'M CERTAIN idk if I wanna dig for it but -- I'm CERTAIN all his outfits have been picked For him to some degree. The Order of Heroes outfit is a uniform, the bunny outfit is implied/stated to be picked by Sharena. The yukatas in their duo are 1) Hoshidan and 2) I think Anna was the one who picked them? Might be wrong on that, but I do feel like there's a castle dialogue about it. And of course, the DoD outfits are implied to be cultural Askran wear, and going back to that comic -- it seems neither Alfonse OR Sharena have much of a say in what it looks like (her being uncomfortable "showing that much leg" -- that, if given a choice, she may have wanted something more modest).

So like. There is. So much going on here actually.

[changelingsandothernonsense]

Wips on Fridays.

And I seriously feel like it's Tuesday...where did the week go? Why are there earth tremors all the time? Why can't I just art more? idk.

Anyways tagged by @mareenavee and @thequeenofthewinter so thank you guys!!!

Going to drop this week's art and a snippet from something I finished on Sunday.

Art first!

At the stage where I can just use my own shit as references like the dork that I am.

More under the cut! That includes writing.

Because I like him so shhh.

And a cropped for the sensors line art. Ok Writing that relates in a way to all three of these arts..since they are all set within the same 6 months design-wise (sans guns and all that).

Why? Teldryn dressed in the armour he’d been wearing since he crawled out of that damn swamp, old netch leather he pulled off some bandit that tried to shoot him in the ass. He tied his scarf around his neck, stroking the faded vermillion fabric for a moment. Comfort, the only thing he has that provided it. As he slung his pack over his shoulder, something caught his eye. That damn Dwemer Coherer that he had apparently sold his life for. That curious little object just lay there on a shelf, one amongst many miscellaneous objects gathering dust in a storeroom. The thing was a marvel, used as a component on one of their brilliant machines… That sadistic old mer wouldn’t miss it? Would he? Why should he care? Teldryn snatched it from the shelf, quickly putting it in his pack. Fuck him, fuck all of them! He made his way towards the door and opened it into the cool evening air. He had so many things to do. So many reports to write, journals that Caius would want to look over. Every little sordid detail, every expense. He made his way to the shore, journal in hand, his leash that the Blades held him by. He opened it and began to write. - gave me the potion. It didn't cure me. But it did remove all apparent signs of the disease. Divayth Fyr said he didn't actually WANT to cure me, just remove the harmful features of the disease while preserving its virtues. Well, it worked. And now he is eager to test the potion on the other subjects in the Corprusarium. I must hurry back to report to…report to. He scribbled out what he had just written. Awful! Hurry? Why? What was the point of any of this? His skin began to itch again and he sighed. He ran a bandaged hand through his hair, felt the bare skin that dotted his scalp. Bare scalp? He pulled his looking glass out of his pack and assessed the damage. A long scar stretched across his right cheek, cutting into the old tattoos that snaked across his face. He looked drained, pale. His long hair patchy, matted. He hated it! He pulled a dagger out of his boot and began slicing at the strands, hacking, slashing, the hair falling to the sand below. Golden mask, crimson robes. A cacophony of moans, a legion of writhing bodies. A beating heart. He dropped the dagger and fell to his knees. He screamed, burying his fists in the wet sand. Child of his flesh. SPEAK WITH US! He screamed again, throwing a clod of sand into the ocean. He grabbed his journal, tore out the page he’d just written and threw that into the ocean too. Fuck Caius Cosades! Fuck the Blades! Fuck Divayth Fyr and his weird fucking daughters! Fuck that other old man with the snobbish attitude! Fuck the Empire! Fuck the Emperor and fuck the leash that they held him by. A fire ignited in his hands, the journal he had meticulously kept since being dumped in Seyda Neen almost a year ago smouldered in his grip. He’d rather spend an eternity in the prisons below the Imperial City than spend another second serving the whims of those uncaring fucks! “FUCK!” He screamed! His voice, or what was left of it finally returning. Ashen and coarse, unfamiliar. He pounded the sand, punched it until exhaustion overtook him. He slumped over tears threatening to choke in vision. The blur was permanent, everything was out of focus. He couldn’t shake it, couldn’t focus. He punched the sand again before rising to his feet. No, he would not go back to Balmora, he was done with this guarshit! Let some other poor sod chase an ancient ashlander fairytale. He was done! They could think him dead for all he cared. He wasn’t entirely sure that he wasn’t. He’d head west, he didn’t particularly care where so long as he could be alone. His skin itched, ash and sinew clouded his vision.

[tbcanary]

haiii uhm. idk if anyone has asked this but what are some of your favorite character costumes/outfits :O

iggy i love and adore you and i love this question. hold on, i have to dig up some images.

okay. i dug up some images. so many, in fact, that i hit image limit on this post and had to trim some things down. let's go through it.

we're gonna just go ahead and start out with dinah lance, the light of my life. this whole post won't be sorted by character, but she's the one i have the most images of, so she gets her own section.

i know people really, really love the short-haired, less effeminate dinah we get in grell's 80s run. i'll get to her! but i'm going to start by saying that her looks in the green lantern/green arrow run are all-time. please consider, if you will, the most fashionable lady in the room:

(i can't include the house robe from snowbirds, but know that i spiritually do count it as part of this post. i hold it near and dear. for now, these two looks will do.)

her long black hair. her little white vest. the statement necklace for her date with ollie. and look, i would include ollie here too, because his outfits in this run are PEAK seventies dad energy, but i don't have the space and i like dinah more, so you get these.

then comes the 80s, when dinah is in her element. short black hair, noir vibes, wearing graphic tees for things like "seattle slugfest." (in longbow hunters, at least.)

she gets some cute looks in grell's run, obviously, but i'm partial to this little skirt and sleeveless denim button-up because it's so very unlike her. she was putting in the work to look cute, and i appreciate it. oliver, meanwhile, looks like fred from scooby doo.

the 1991 run is important because of her extremely high heeled boots with the BIG cuffs around the calves. i miss the cuffs. i wish they would return to me. but the actual panels i think about the most from this run are when she cuts her fishnet stockings and uses them to tie her hair back.

wh. who. i want to know which people in the writer's room decided that was a feasible option. i just want to talk. i can't imagine a less stable hairstyle to go karate-chop some yacht pirates. come on now. but also, she even ties them in a bow? i love her so much. what the fuck is happening.

she has a lot of good looks in birds of prey (1999), honestly, but none of the artists have EVER IN THEIR LIFE seen a woman's chest. not a one. i'm going to go ahead and stick to the two things i love: the fringed leather jacket (iconic) and the long-pants jumpsuit that they did instead of the fishnets.

i don't know WHY they got rid of the fishnets, honestly, but i like this turtleneck situation and the yellow accents. also her communicator necklace on full display <3 she also usually wears a motor jacket OVER the jumpsuit. slay!

(it's maybe a little sacrilegious to like the long pants costume, given that she is so well-known for the bodysuit and fishnets. but to be fair, even when they cut the legs off this suit, she still isn't wearing the stockings. her legs are naked. 0/10 what the HELL.)

sean izaakse deserves his own post and i would not be able to pick out a limited number of panels from his work on green arrow (2023) but i will say i love dinah's new costume, i love the texture on her jacket, and i love that she gets to have the little canary logo on the chest now.

i assume this was more of a birds of prey (2023) design and not izaakse's personal design, but i love how he draws her hair, and she's so short compared to everyone, and overall she just looks good. zero complaints here.

(actually, i do have a few complaints, they just aren't about dinah. one, lian's eyes should be brown. two, ollie should have KEPT HIS HORRIBLE MANBUN, THAT'S MY DAD. and three, mia's cape should still be yellow on the outside. otherwise, the art in this run is perfect.)

speaking of mia.

the art of green arrow (2001) is not like. my favorite art style ever in terms of aesthetics. but hester really, really sets the tone for a lot of these characters through his design choices. particularly mia, which makes a lot of sense given this is her introduction and he did a lot of the initial work with her character.

the thought put into her costuming. she's wearing baggy clothes to contrast with what she wore before she moved in with ollie, she has the hair up in a messy ponytail, etc etc. this mia is everything to me. and i love ollie, too. he looks like a cartoon dad from a nickelodeon show. which is exactly who he is, to me.

we're gonna detour from dc and into marvel for just a second but don't worry we'll come right back. i was really excited when kelly thompson and leo romero were announced for birds of prey (2023) because i really liked their work on hawkeye (2016). it's such a good style for kate bishop, in particular; it feels very youthful and the style just suits her. this is The Kate Bishop, to me, outside of the 2012 run.

(i also really, really like the way dinah is drawn in birds of prey (2023). she's small, she's compact, she looks like someone who's been doing gymnastics and karate her whole life. i could also fit her in my pocket! perfect!!!!)

but yeah okay i mentioned it so i also need to shout out hawkeye 2012. this comic's aesthetics were so fucking on point, and it is one of my favorite ones i've ever edited because it has such an INTENTIONAL color palette and use of graphics like the arrows and bullseyes.

like i know everyone talks about how good this run is but that's because it is LITERALLY that fucking good. the writing. the art. the characterization. ugh. life-changing.

anyway that's enough marvel (for now). back to my hovel. dc.

spiritworld (2023) was so fun. the art is so intentionally drawing on manga and i loved it from the first issue. you can feel the love put into the character design and the color work, and xanthe's cool bomber jacket and undercut is SO essential. this is the nonbinary rep we deserve.

shoutout to cass's look in this comic, too. i LOVE this costume for her. it moves in such a fun and exciting way when she's flipping around and moving through the air, it has a new silhouette, AND it STILL has the bat on the chest. perfect. everything to me. never change.

that being said, i DO have a favorite cass look, and it's these specific panels from batgirl (2000). the style in most of that comic is great, it's super funky and fun, but these were the panels i saw that ended up solidifying in my brain as "oh, that's cass."

also from batgirl (2000) though, i love the funky design choices because they give us things like PEAK takes on stephanie brown's spoiler costume. she's just a fucking blob to me. look at her.

steph has a lot of fun looks, to me, but my favorite will always be the era in like, issues 110-112 of robin (1993), where they gave her a bob cut and big :pleading: emoji eyes.

i do wish she'd had freckles at this time. i know they were a later addition, but i like them. they add character.

unrelated to AAAANY of that, i need to talk about poison ivy (2022). this run is stuuuuuunning. i've only pulled panels of pamela here because i LOVE the way her freak body horror is done, as well as the way her hair is drawn, but the scenery and the textures of this comic as a whole are insane.

even when the story isn't grabbing me, the art does. it's beautiful, it's unlike any other comic i'm reading right now, and it is one of the first comics i ever looked at that made me go, oh fuck, that's an ART piece. ykwim.

HOWEVER. if we're talking about comics that are just. art. through and through. there are a couple others i need to mention.

supergirl: woman of tomorrow is stunning. the colorwork, the hair texture, the EXPRESSIVENESS of the FACES. ugh. this comic made me cry, yeah, but it also made me stroke the pages lovingly because of the beautifully rendered colors.

i love that kara doesn't always look Pretty. i love that she gets bloody, and beat up, and she looks tired and sad and sick sometimes. i love that it is so beautiful and also you can see genuine hurt on kara's face. ugh. UGH. this comic!!!!

now for the indie shit lol. die (2020) is sooooo lovely. stephanie hans is ordinarily a cover artist, but she jumped onto this project to do pages, and my GOD is it beautiful. the character design, the colors, the expressions. it feels like a PAINTING and i want to EAT it.

there's a lot of body horror and gruesome stuff in here. but like, somehow, even that manages to look pretty? i love the painterly textures. i love how the tone influences the colors. it's all just stunning. i need to go reread this one right now, actually.

annnnnnnd! last one, i promise! it's time for THE FORGED (2023).

i love this comic. everyone in it is a lesbian with an atypical body type, half of them are wearing bondage gear, and it's all set in a space sci-fi setting with more lore than you can shake a stick at.

and on TOP of all of THAT. LOOK HOW BEAUTIFUL THE COLORS ARE.

there are a few honorable mentions i don't have room to include images of, so i'm gonna go off and list them now:

the wild west arc of exiles (2012) in that very painterly style

the scenery and background work in wonder woman: the hiketeia

the INCREDIBLY clean lines and sharp colorwork of dan mora in world's finest (2023)

the super sketchy and rough pencil-esque art in the back half of green arrow/black canary (especially mia! i love her!)

i am sorry but i enjoy the very sharp style of batgirls (2022). i don't necessarily endorse the writing or the story of the run, but i think the shapes are good. sorry. take me out back, i know.

young justice (1998) also has very cute cartoony art!! i haven't read much of it yet, but every time i see it, it makes me smile. which is the point, i think?

OKAY. PHEW. do you regret asking me yet, gobby. did you get what you came for. am i welcome to come yell at you about the forged (2023) and die (2020) until the day we both shed this mortal coil and depart for the great beyond.

that's it ily mwah thank you for the best question i've ever been asked <3333

[assortedvillainvault]

I just got into the horned king 😭

I'm on character ai and he tries to get jiggy with it, I can not for the life of me imagine his body frfr

What do you think it'd be? Is there a canon appearance besides his bone face? 😭

I need help lol 😭

- Lucky Katsune

JJFBLFHU ok well thank you for pulling this into the forefront of my blog and brain like the result some kind of hellish lichsimp deep sea fishing reel. (positive)

Starting off with I very much understand the lure of the AI, I did some experimenting with it myself a while back - but honestly once the initial newness of it wears off its a very clunky (and dubious) tool, you're honestly going to get better entertainment from a blank word doc and a no holds barred laugh-yourself-silly discussion over discord as you write.

Secondly, onto the fun part-

(Lich anatomy with pictures and suggestive things under the cut lads, you know the drill. If you don't wanna see stuff don't click.)

The Horned King has no 'canonical' under-robe going on EXCEPT for the very brief frames shown during his death scene, in which the cauldron slurps down his clothes before making him melt and explode and godIwishthatwereme -

(I make NO APOLOGIES for my work choice here this is the HK simp blog you knew what you were getting into under the read more)

What we can see from most of the film is his face appears to be the most decomposed part of him that is visible - his hands are withered but still fully fleshed, and his forearms seem to retain a decent mount of muscle.

From the way his shoes right at the beginning of the film basically move like thick socks, it stand to reason his feet would retain a decent amount of flesh to get that rounded look. I am Not typing 'Horned King Feet' into google again so you're going to have to go without a refeence pic for now. I have limits.

That leaves us with literally everything in between.

i can't get a clearer or better quality shot so I apologise, but this is what we can glimpse mid melting:

Same greyish green tinge and leathery texture for the skin all over his torso, not to mention a decent amount of flesh left overall! His shoulders seem pretty large for a corpse (lets not forget in the books he's a hunter and a warlord) and I struggle to believe he wouldn't know how to use any of the weapons in his castle. Given we can see the curve of his back there's no reason to beleive the flesh coverage doesn't extend all the way down his legs too.

With proof out of the way now we can get onto the fun part!!

I personally like to headcannon that parts of his vertebrae and lower ribs 'peek' through his skin because the more monstrous and rotten the better in my book. He also probably got scars due to the violent job description of being a medieval warlord, undead sorcerer or not.

Corpses do tend to look a little shrink wrapped as they loose moisture and muscle mass, so he's probably on the skinnier side and his joints will protrude a little, especially the hips and knees. Heck just look at the way his hands widen from the wrist bone! That robe is for more than just warmth (wales be chilly), it's making his silhouette larger becuase when they're not swinging weapons at you or barfing up green smoke, decaying bodies actually are pretty small.

Given he's got no eyebrows and no hair peeking out from under he hood, I'd hedge a bet he's hairless all over too.

And lastly I can't find your blog so Idk if you're of an age I feel comfortable discussing NSFT with outright, but safe to say anything between his legs is fair game. You want him with an eggplant? Me too go get em. You want him like a ken doll becuase it fell off a hundred years ago and he never mentally recovered? Sure go for it I know a couple people that headconnon him that way. Skelebussy? Tentacles? Go forth and conquer my dude.

You're having fun so you can literally put whatever the hell you want under his robes as long as you're having a good time. Hope this helped!!

[quillinhand]

favourite snape hcs go 🎤

Hiiii

this is gonna take a while cuz I've been waiting for someone to ask this question for so long- so sorry for answering this post after a while lol

ok so.

he hates coffee, but marking and juggling all his work means it's often the only thing keeping him awake, and my man, he likes to take his coffee with enough cream and sugar to kill a small child. for energy, of course.

he likes to sleep. will commit murder if someone disturbs him.

actually likes marking. something about shitting on teenagers calm him down.

sometimes, he'll take out his old essays and go thru them with red ink. no teenager is as fun to shit on as yourself. except perhaps potter.

pan ace. am not accepting arguments

had sex for the first in the early days after graduation and initiation into the death eaters. hated it. very much.

loves physical touch and so, naturally, will make it impossible for anyone to touch him

has the weirdest possible relationship with Lucius malfoy but like, we don't talk about that.

(They are as close as you get to fucking/killing each other without actually fucking/killing each other. Knows each others darkest secrets but still would kill the other to keep themselves alive sort of close)

has a similar relationship with voldy shorts except, with our resident evil it's like, not consensual? Sort of? idk . My man's into tall dark and creepy ok? except in Lucius's case it's tall blonde and rich/ridiculous but. we don't talk about that.

Severus fucking Snape didnt become friends with Lily fucking Evans cuz she was pretty. nope. Twas cuz ma girl was powerful as heck(like him) and, more importantly, a bitch(like him). You are kidding yourself if ya think their friendship was anything other than that.

his relationship with his parents is a toxic one in that there IS some level of care there, but Tobias is too much of a depressed 30 something man to be a good father and Eileen was too much of a proud hag to be a good mother, and Severus was too much like them to be able to deal with their shit.

a huge part of why he used the mental arts so much was cuz he couldn't handle his emotions easily for the longest time, and would burst at the smallest thing. this was the trait that made him such a good target for bullying. the one trait he could never quite get rid of- just hide, under steel walls and scars that opened far too easily.

after lily died, he occluded to the point of magical exhaustion and ended up collapsing. wrecked his body to the point of him not being able to move for months. this was one of the first, and only things he learned to be kind to himself for, and relaxed with his occlumency shields as much as he could. and then voldy returned, and. well.

he is the Slytherin house's hero. not that he understands why. something about the whole, evil, dark, vampire aesthetic was very appealing ya see.

my man wears heels to look taller. not accepting arguments

his whole outfit was carefully planned. 20s Snape had FUN, I tell you. My man spent YEARS cultivating his whole vibe, from the expressions, to the poetry, to the ROBES- perfection, perfection. have you any idea how much he argued with tailors that, no, he actually didn't give a fuck if the robe he wanted was too tight for pockets. what the actual FUCK do you mean.

the buttons have so much history

his eye colour is actually just. gray, but like my man likes the whole vibe of ✨ obsidian ✨ more so. makes sure to stay around dimly lit areas for maximum effect.

he did actually go to school before hogwarts, but like he couldn't control his magic, so my man would bust the lights and flood the bathrooms and make the chairs hit the teachers he didn't like. The AMOUNT of confounding Eileen had to do to distract the town from their magic- worthy of a book series on its own.

I'm ending cuz this is already so longgg. sorry for answering lateee. ilyy 💜💜💜

[tenebrius-excellium]

The stupid crossover dream I had (with the younger and older Astrids) reminded me just how much I looooooove that Httyd's character color scheme doesn't have pink in it...ever. Astrid is just NEVER reduced to pink. Neither is Ruffnut. Nor Valka.

Httyd doesn't do the standard Marvel red = brazen, reckless character x blue = calm, level-headed character design either.

Httyd mostly contrasts green with light blue, dirty yellow, browns and everything in between. Red with black. Black with green. Brown with white. Turquoise with orange. So many naturally occuring colors being used to their maximum efficiency.

Sometimes I think all it takes to make a female character relatable is to give her a non-pink color scheme. Astrid is so normal. Being a badass warrior doesn't prevent her from choosing to wear a skirt - and yet it's never pink! The same goes even for other characters. Like, Hiccup is just a dude! He wears objectively "boring" clothes - as the main character AND the Chief's son!

It's fun because on a scale of who has the most impressive outfit, you'd never pick Stoick yet here we are. The man wears chainmail and a knee-long robe with striped pantaloons. Fashion icon.

Yeah Idk I just wanted to get this out there.

You know what's pink in Httyd? You know what's actually pink?????

THE SKY.

[ursoboring]

Okay so I’ve had the Gwynriel head canon for a while and I need to share it.

Imagine it’s “Family Dinner” for the IC and gang and they’re down at the River House

I mean everyone is there, including Lucien and Varian

(for the sake of the story and the fact that I’m a huge Elain/Lucien shipper let’s say they are together at this point)

They’re all eating and all of a sudden Feyre turns to Azriel

She then says “Hey Azriel, there is this girl in my art class”

(at this point the rest of the table shuts up real quick)

She then, with the help of Rhys, tells him all about this girl who they think is just perfect for him

But what no one at the table knows is that he’s been seeing Gwyn for almost a year (they swear they didn’t mean to make it a secret, it just kinda happened)

And Azriel has to tell them “she sounds great but I’m actually already seeing someone”

Dead silence

Then the room ERUPTS

(Let’s remember, Azriel only had feelings for Mor for 500 years, then another women who was unavailable. And this friend group also has absolutely no concept of privacy, so this would be big news.)

Cassian and Rhys are trying to be calm but they are effectively losing their minds

Mor is just grinning and hammering him with questions

As is Feyre

He eventually agrees to bring her to Family Dinner™️ the next time they all get together

So the next day he tells Gwyn

She is understandably very nervous, but excited to officially meet everyone

(Of course she already knows Nesta and Cassian, and she’s met Mor a few times. She met the rest of his family very briefly at Nesta and Cassian’s mating ceremony but that’s it.)

She then insists they have to go shopping so she can find something to wear, since all she has is her priestess robes and training leathers, she also has that dress she wore to Nesta’s mating ceremony but she’s meeting her partner’s family, it’s a special occasion

And it’s not like she can go with Nesta or Emerie without raising alarm bells

So Azriel goes with her

And she has to look perfect, she insists she can’t overdress and she certainly can’t underdress, not when she’ll be dining with the High Lord, High Lady, and the Morrigan

So she eventually finds this dress that she thinks is just perfect

She tries it on and shows Azriel and he is blown away

“You look so beautiful Gwyn”

He says a bunch of other cute shit

Needless to say she buys it and heads back to the House of Wind with Azriel

The day of the dinner, Gwyn is surprisingly calm

Azriel on the other hand is freaking out

I mean he is so nervous

He knows he is in love with Gwyn, the way he feels about her doesn’t even come close to how he felt about Mor or Elain

And she’s about to meet his family

When they get to the River House, they’re the last to arrive

They stand outside together for a moment, Gwyn can tell he’s nervous

She comforts him somehow idk

They walk in, hand-in-hand and are greeted by a grinning Rhys and Cassian standing in the entry way (á la Cassian and Azriel meeting Feyre in ACOMAF)

And Cassian busts out laughing

Rhys just stares, eyes wide

Once Cassian recovers, he says “Oh Nesta is gonna be so pissed I found out before she did”

Rhys, ever the gentleman, steps forward and shakes Gwyn’s hand, introducing himself

They chat for a few minutes before heading into the living room, where everyone else is

Nesta is the first to see them

She looks right at Gwyn and says “oh you bitch”

After somewhat awkwardly introducing Gwyn to everyone, they all sit down for dinner

The group grills Gwyn with questions

They chill out after Gwyn says something that has Azriel burst out laughing

Long story short they all end up loving her and are very happy for the couple

And if they notice his shadows are more lively around her, they don’t say anything

I have so many Gwynriel headcanons so let me know if anyone wants more

[punishedcrow]

UHHH I HAD A DREAM (maybe future fanfic? idk)

so uhhh i had a dream i was a guest at the Dimitrescu manor. first of all Lady D was letting me sleep on her big ass bed while she slept on he guest room and i didn't notice it until, well...

i had just recovered from a wound or sickness, something like that. and she decided to like personally bring me fancy wine and cheese to my bed. peak creepy "i took care of you when sick" kinda fanfiction shit.

ok so whatever, got drunk, started making out sloppy (for a very long time like i could one day write an actual fic of the entire thing) and she went to grab her strap. my brain is just fucking genius bc it collected my favorite parts of distinct fics and mashed them together. Alcina went "could you give me a hand, love?" and i went bonkers. my arms are short and her ass was fat, so she noticed my commitment there. then she goes "i got this adjusted for my size" and i almost died. when she was ready and got up to grab the strap, something cockblocked us.

it didn't even make any sense bc we were suddenly in a car in Romania, wearing robes like clearly got outta there in a hurry, driving up a parking lot building to go save someone? but then this someone betrayed us and went like "i actually cursed this whole place so now youre stuck here forever".

because we were so horny we were like "oh no we're stuck in this pitch black parking lot by some evil magic, guess we'll make out in the car!" so we started doing that. HOWEVER we left the strap home and i was like "no way im waking up before i get strapped".

to explain this next segment i gotta explain the magic curse or whatever was happening there with dream logic.

first: the curse this mystery person put on the parking lot was specifically at some gates that were blocking the ramps leading us out of the top of the building, to the bottom. you know parking lot buildings have ramps and all and if theres any gate on these ramps, they're gonna be at the top of the ramp because they wouldn't function otherwise. BUT, in this case, those gates were AT THE BOTTOM of the ramps. so basically my big ass brain was like "the curse was placed ON THE GATE but not on THE HINGES of this said gate" and bc the brain dictates the rules of that world unconsciously it was like yeah of course thats what it is.

so what i did was just drive the fuck through the gates, gaining momentum from going down the ramp and breaking the shit out of the gates' hinges. when we got out of there the car was barely working and i STILL HAD TO PARK. so you can imagine my horny ass REALISTICALLY DRIVING A CAR (context is that i haven't driven in like a year irl) and having a hard time doing it BECAUSE I WANTED TO GET RAILED. also i wanted to do it before sunlight/waking up because of her vampirism and me already knowing it was a dream at this point, SO I HAD LIMITED TIME.

in the end, i woke up right after parking and spent a hot minute feeling really frustraded lmao. oh and by the way, in the bedroom part, Donna Beneviento was watching it all happen through a doll's eyes because Alcina had asked me to basically "baby monitor" me when i was sick. Oh and we knew it. However, we also knew she wasn't behing the parking lot curse thing, so she didn't cockblock us. I have a slight memory that Alcina was aware that Donna was enjoying herself (?)

this dream was somehow a mix of the regular RE8 lore and Resident Lover's lore, so there's that. maybe if i ever muster the sanity to do so, i'll write a proper fic of this dream

[cee-grice]

it is once again blorbo thursday and now I have a bunch more new blorbos so we're gonna talk about them >:))

Some relevant info:

All the following characters are gonna be essentially Quil's co-workers. They're all part of the same project team which the A plot is about

They've (mostly) all been handpicked by Mistress Silvoir (the Academy's current Headmistress) for being outstanding in their respective field

The Cielle Academy has two major study programmes: magic and medicine

The Research Team (part 1)

Celeste Ekelie

the project's resident pathologist!! she's not a mage herself and is instead a graduate of the Academy's medical course

practically the only non-mage on the team lmao

probably the most Normal™ out of everyone, but that's not saying much, I'll be honest

very sweet and conflict-avoidant, will try to cool things down (but Will stay out of it if the conflict's between higher ranking people than her lol she's sensitive ok :()

a bit of a people pleaser tbh.... also kinda neurotic lol aee

LOVES to gossip and sometimes forgets that maybe she shouldn't around some people uhhh

very passionate about what she does and will talk your ear off if you let her :))

she and Quil may have the most well-adjusted relationship out of everyone LOL

also may or may not have a crush on another member of the team....

36ish, short, has glasses, dark-haired, pretty disheveled because she just. doesn't notice lol, pretty much always has her doctor's coat on, trans gal

quote:

“But they are a bit frightening,” she said, dropping her voice conspiratorially. “Especially Mistress Aukateshka. Oh, the way she can just look at you… Ah, but I shouldn't gossip!” she all but squeaked, her voice once more taking on a nervous tone. “They're all very capable professionals. Yes, very respectable.”

Akhel Yachek

a transfer student from an isolated northern country, currently in his third year

Mistress Silvoir's new mentee ✨✨✨ (Quil's replacement question mark ?..)

MAJOR imposter syndrome vibes lmao, he's been put on this project by the Headmistress as part of his specialized curriculum but he's just a student...and all these people are PROFESSIONALS....yeah idk how he's managing it

an aspiring conjuration mage!! (which is basically portal magic)

is actually very intelligent but is scared to say anything because what if he's wrong and everyone will think he's stupid and then he'll get kicked out and

a walking anxiety disorder basically

is intimidated by everyone and everything

both reveres and is frightened by Mistress Silvoir, qualities that Quil absolutely does not possess, so their convos get a little. interesting

19, tall boy, long, near-white blond hair, perpetually pale, wears mostly Academy-issues clothing, so baby blue robes

quote:

“I'm sure you would, but seriously, don't hesitate to put Akhel to work,” Celeste said, flashing him a grin. “He's like our… communal… personal… assistant. Headmistress's orders. I make use of him the most, though, because the others scare him.” “They do not,” he hissed in protest, and immediately flushed in embarrassment. He mumbled something under his breath, glancing away with a wince.

Avriele Kaelion

an abjuration mage that has a scientific specialization in freecasting (the ability to use magia intuitively without a magia conduit; unique to specific venemagiks)

a venemagik herself 👀 and a bit more on the eerie side appearance-wise...maybe a bit personality-wise, too...

extremely blunt. will not sugarcoat her words. she just says how it is and you can't really be mad even

absolutely unreadable tone. good luck figuring out if she's complimenting or criticizing you

is the most cynical about this whole project and its success. thinks they're trying to play with something they don't and can't understand. still does her job, though

is impossible to intimidate. you'll probably get intimidated yourself if you try

a master at catching you off-guard and making you say what you didn't want to. yeah she knows what she's doing

Quil is both on edge around her and can't seem to stay away, she's just Such an interesting conversationalist to him

43ish, very sharp and bone-y stature (you see bones where you probably shouldn't), jet-black hair cut to her chin, paper-white skin, entirely black eyes and lips, likes to wear pastel colors, though

quote:

“The Headmistress has spoken,” Mistress Kaelion cut him off, her voice fit for a music box with how soft and melodic it was. The marbles between her long fingers started to clink again. “The only appropriate response you may have is amen.”

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